Lately I’ve been donating to Go Fund Mes anonymously and going out to eat alone. I think things are changing. Either that, or I am. Perhaps both. I’ve always known that everybody has their own problems, but browsing Go Fund Me has shined a light on how lucky most of us are, myself included. It is true when they say other people have it worse. So much disease. So much death. So much hate in this world, I wonder if we’ll ever love again. I wish the humility and the compassion I feel at the moment on everybody. There is no better way to live happily than to help. Unfortunately, some people’s happiness is dependent on another’s unhappiness, which is a part of the digression us humans as whole still face today. I pray for change.

This girl I've known, she knew about my dog Bagel The God. She gets a puppy that looks identical to Bagel and names her dog Bagel. She gets Donkey of the Day for the rest of eternity.

You're probably joking with God like "Is he really singing Mariah Carey songs at 2am?!" Not much has changed since we last spoke. I'm still trying to keep positive, still trying to spread love, still writing, you know; the usual. I can't remember the last conversation we had and I strongly detest myself for that. I’ve always admired your work ethic. Always on time and punctual. 

I typically have a hard time telling people these things. I can’t pinpoint why. Maybe because stubborn misunderstandings can lead to inaccurate perceptions? Vulnerability issues, maybe? After you heavily seasoned your hash browns with pepper at the Waffle House off Walnut St, I was driving us back to my brother’s place so you could pick up your car. We had been conversing on a wide variety of things, which is the usual for us. Romance, music, school, etc. We can talk about anything at any time anywhere, and if for some odd reason there should ever be a lack of words between us, I'm more than confident I would be able to find comfort in our silence.